Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 102

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Chapter 102. Primordial Energy Pill Transformation (2)

Yeong Geom Jin In’s relaxed face hardened in an instant.

‘What is this?’

The moment their eyes met, it felt like a lightning-like energy swept through his entire body.

‘Could that guy really be Moyong Bi?’

Looking at his appearance and impression, it certainly seemed right…

‘This can’t be.’

Those shocking eyes.

Unlike his sullen expression, his eyes were incredibly clear and deep.

Though their depth was beyond imagination, there wasn’t even the slightest impurity, making it seem like one could see straight to the bottom. A peculiar gaze that appeared transparent, yet from another angle, seemed white.

These were eyes that ordinary people couldn’t possess – the gaze that only the ‘real ones’ had.

But that was only momentary.

Whoosh.

With a gust of wind, Moyong Bi’s eyes became ordinary. They changed to the eyes of a young man his age.

Yet was it an illusion that he still somehow seemed to have experience?

‘It’s not just his eyes.’

A distance of just over ten zhang.

Though there were many people passing between them, for someone of Yeong Geom Jin In’s level, reading an opponent’s internal power wasn’t particularly difficult.

‘I can’t read him.’

He had definitely learned internal energy.

But what kind of internal energy he had learned, how much he possessed, how high the density was – none of it could be read.

But what was truly shocking was the sense of pressure.

To put it in comparison, it felt like an elder from several generations ago was looking down at him from an impossibly high place.

It seemed like only he was feeling this strange sense of pressure. No one around seemed intimidated or wary because of Moyong Bi’s presence.

Then, Moyong Bi smiled and turned his head.

Everyone with him followed and walked somewhere together.

“…”

Standing in that spot and watching Moyong Bi’s retreating figure, Yeong Geom Jin In looked at Namgung Gwan. As Moyong Bi suppressed his presence, his gaze naturally turned to the most extraordinary person.

Yeong Geom Jin In was shocked once again.

‘Though he seems to be around the same age as Moyong Bi, he possesses heavy and intense sword energy. At that level…’

Above second disciple level.

Perhaps he might even approach Woon Guk’s level.

‘Truly a Hidden Dragon!’

Woon Guk was already in his early thirties. But to sense power reminiscent of him from a young man in his early twenties meant that young man’s talent was greater than any disciple of the Wudang Sect.

‘It’s definitely the energy of the Namgung Clan. I heard the second son participated in the tournament, so could it be?’

Namgung Gwan.

The greatest genius warrior of Anhui, called by the alias Thunder Tiger Sword.

Yeong Geom Jin In unconsciously shook his head.

“I wonder if what I’m seeing now is real. I thought no matter how talented someone was, it would be difficult to surpass our sect’s disciples.”

He had received quite a scolding from his sect leader senior brother for not properly understanding worldly affairs despite his age.

Though he said nothing outwardly, honestly, he had looked down on the world. He thought that if he mastered Wudang martial arts, which were considered the best under heaven, he could cast his shadow over the world even without knowing it.

But somehow that thinking seemed wrong.

‘Was this what he meant?’

The world was crawling with unimaginably strong warriors.

There was someone who, despite being only in his twenties, possessed talent that overwhelmed a Wudang second disciple. Moyong Bi’s internal energy couldn’t even be properly read.

He had encountered such talents at a mere Hubei late-stage expert tournament. How many more amazing people must exist in other places?

‘Namgung Gwan is one thing, but…’

Moyong Bi came to mind again.

Those unfathomable eyes. That unreadable energy.

‘He must have learned some special martial art. No matter how I look at it, it’s not demonic art… Perhaps he learned something similar to assassin martial arts…’

He couldn’t figure out his identity at all.

He could understand a little why Yang Hyo Myeong couldn’t easily approach him. Though he had only seen him once, there was something indescribable about him.

Of course, Yeong Geom Jin In didn’t think he was stronger than himself.

That was natural. No matter how many geniuses and Hidden Dragons existed in the world, defeating a Wudang elder who had practiced for decades at that age was absurd.

But if the opponent was a second disciple, the story would be different.

‘Surely… Still, considering Woon Guk’s martial arts, I can’t imagine him losing…’

Woon Guk would not lose. No, he must not lose.

Yeong Geom Jin In, who had been standing there for a while, turned around.

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‘Hmm.’

When Yeong Geom Jin In was shocked by Moyong Bi’s eyes and transparent aura.

Moyong Bi was also thinking about Yeong Geom Jin In.

‘Has the Wudang Sect really weakened?’

With that level of internal power at his age, he was definitely of elder rank.

But something seemed clumsy for an elder. His internal power was certainly at elder level, but his aura was softer than expected.

To compare, it was like fruit that was hollow in places. It looked ripe and delicious, but when actually bitten, had little juice and dry flesh.

‘It’s as if he spent his whole life trapped in the mountains training stuffily.’

Still, the Nine Great Sects were strong.

The highest-grade martial arts possessed by the Nine Great Sects or Six Families showed achievements that could toy with masters once they reached a certain level, even without real combat experience.

It wasn’t for nothing that Murim Warriors desperately sought high-level martial studies. Truly good martial arts naturally led their masters to victory, and as enlightenment deepened, good martial arts expanded their own limits.

Of course, reaching such a level was entirely the master’s responsibility, so good martial arts alone weren’t everything.

‘I don’t feel the Wudang Sect’s characteristic free-spirited yet fierce power.’

Having learned the Three Pure Infinite True Formula, he was particularly sensitive to the temperament of those who practiced Taoist martial arts.

Moyong Bi inwardly shook his head.

‘The Wudang Sect probably hasn’t weakened. Martial arts don’t just disappear. It’s probably a problem with the people.’

There was no law that each generation must develop.

Usually they did develop, but sometimes they regressed instead. It could be a matter of mindset, or sometimes a problem of declining limits due to changes in the sect’s educational system.

Whatever it was, the Wudang Taoist Priest he saw today was below expectations.

‘At this rate, it might be worth taking the risk to find out?’

Then, Moyong Su Hyang asked.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Huh?”

“You’re even sticking out your lips while thinking so hard.”

“I’m thinking about our family.”

“What?”

“I was thinking about how we could live happily as a family.”

Moyong Su Hyang frowned.

“What’s with you, suddenly being gross.”

“Hey, calling it gross.”

“It is gross.”

Namgung Gwan subtly interjected.

“Don’t scold Moyong Sohyeop’s affectionate heart so harshly, Su Hyang.”

“Silver-tongued brother, please be quiet.”

“Sil, silver-tongued?”

Moyong Bi called seriously.

“Su Hyang.”

“…Don’t lower your voice like that, it’s burdensome.”

“What if, hypothetically.”

“What.”

“What if there was a benefactor who helped the main family.”

“And?”

“It turns out that benefactor helped us because they wanted something. Something only we could give them.”

“So?”

“I can’t figure out what it is, but no matter how I think about it, it seems like people’s lives might be in danger because of it. What would you do with that benefactor if you were me?”

“What kind of nonsensical question is that?”

“Just answer. What would you do?”

Namgung Gwan interjected again.

“If it were me, I would start by having a conversation with that benefactor.”

It was an answer befitting him.

Namgung So So shrugged her shoulders.

“It would depend on whose life it is, but I would also try to have a conversation. Ah, just in case, I should prepare my sword though.”

Moyong Bi nodded.

“That’s what the sharp-tongued siblings say, what about you?”

“Ah, why are you calling me sharp-tongued too?”

“When you think about it, you’re no less than your elder brother.”

“I keep telling you that’s not true.”

Since even the Namgung siblings had answered, Moyong Su Hyang couldn’t avoid giving her response.

“I agree too.”

“Conversation?”

“Yeah. But would that benefactor tell us honestly? If they were going to do that, they would have come clean from the start when helping us.”

A sinister smile appeared on Moyong Bi’s face.

“Of course they would have, right?”

“To find out their true intentions, we need to have a conversation. We’d have to think about how to have that conversation, how to get honest answers.”

“They absolutely won’t answer. No, from the beginning, because of that person, our family’s bodies and hearts have become quite worn down. Frankly speaking, at this rate, it seems like one of our family members will die. Then what would you do?”

“What do you mean what would I do.”

A ghostly killing intent appeared on Moyong Su Hyang’s previously indifferent face.

“Benefactor or whatever, I’d capture and kill them. I’d cut off their limbs completely.”

Namgung Gwan was flustered and Namgung So So nodded with a bitter expression. Yes, that could happen, was her attitude.

“So that’s how it is?”

“Isn’t that obvious? A benefactor is a benefactor and my family is my family.”

“But what we received was too great? Thanks to that benefactor, our family has survived until now without dying?”

“But now we’re about to die, right?”

“That’s right.”

“If it’s that serious, would they answer honestly? If my family’s lives are hanging by a thread, isn’t it urgent? I’d capture and kill them, obviously.”

“Hmm, even if they’re a benefactor, they had ulterior motives?”

“If they had told us beforehand, it could have been a transaction instead of a favor. That’s neither a favor nor anything else. They were just playing with us.”

Clear-cut.

If actually faced with such a situation, Moyong Su Hyang would have agonized greatly too. Being a tender-hearted child, she might have struggled and eventually run away with her whole family.

What mattered was that her current answer pleased Moyong Bi greatly.

Moyong Bi patted Moyong Su Hyang’s head.

“As expected of a Moyong. You’re truly my blood.”

“Ugh, get away! But why are you suddenly asking such stupid questions?”

“I was just curious.”

Whether to smash just one, smash both, or smash everything in sight – that had been his dilemma.

But hearing our pretty great grand niece’s words, his worries completely disappeared.

“As expected, being straightforward is best.”

Moyong Bi made his decision.

To capture and smash them all.

‘They’ll be too embarrassed to complain to anyone about it. Right, Su Hyang?’

Moyong Su Hyang, unaware of her elder brother’s true thoughts, made a fuss about being hungry.

Eventually, the group had to find a merchant selling refreshing soup.

One hour later.

“Group A Number 7, Moyong Bi! Group A Number 29, Woon Guk! Please come up to the duel stage!”

On the exceptionally clean duel stage.

Moyong Bi and Wudang Sect’s second disciple Woon Guk came up.

“Both sides bow!”

Moyong Bi silently lowered his head, and Woon Guk quietly chanted a Taoist phrase while bowing his head.

“To your positions!”

The two people walked to the ends of the duel stage.

The preliminary duel stage spectator seats were truly packed with people.

One of this tournament’s biggest talking points, the one-strike man Moyong Bi, was facing the second disciple of the Wudang Sect, praised as the sect of immortals from the world above the clouds.

It was a match that anyone would be excited about.

Of course, the majority believed in Woon Guk’s victory without doubt.

Though Moyong Bi’s matches had been quite impressive, his opponent was the Wudang Sect.

Recently, the Huashan Sect and Kunlun Sect were challenging Wudang’s supremacy, but still, the traditional powerhouse Wudang Sect’s reputation was like faith to the common people.

“Even Young Master Moyong won’t work against Wun Guk Dojang.”

“Well, I’m still hoping for an upset. Young Master Moyong’s matches, even if short, have that thrilling quality.”

“That’s true, but I’d rather see Wun Guk Dojang’s Taiji Sword. Isn’t it rumored to be the representative supreme art of the immortal sects? It must be truly amazing.”

“Wow, whoever wins, it’s sure to be a great match.”

Among the murmuring crowd.

Moyong Su Hyang’s face could be seen, looking indifferent yet with a strange worry showing through.

When Moyong Bi smiled and waved his hand, Moyong Su Hyang frowned and pointed with her finger toward the opposite side. It meant to focus on his opponent.

‘I am focusing properly, you brat.’

The judge’s shout rang out.

“Begin the match!”

Moyong Bi turned his body.

The wooden staff rotating following his finger movements spun faster than ever before.

“Shall we start hunting some clouds.”

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